The Boy With a Silenced Pistol (Demo)

Chapter 2: For fuck sakes, he's not a superhero

No, Sean is not a superhero. In fact, the greatest deed towards humanity he's done in his life, was killing the masked man who trespassed into Sean's home. He's just a really lucky 14 year old with a lot of adrenaline when he needs it.

"Wow, I'm surprised he found an escape" a voice called. "Don't worry I'll do it. Yeah I know it's not going to be easy. I can handle myself- you know what goodbye"

Sean found himself starring at a ceiling listening to a random rant on the phone. He couldn't hear and didn't care what they were saying, it was just background noise.

Ah, I feel like shit Sean thought. The side effects of adrenaline in life threatening situations are devastating, as Sean didn't even have the power to move his body. After realizing he was in a bed, it took Sean a few moments to come to the conclusion that he was at Carl's house.

I can't move Sean panicked, as he forcefully tried to squirm and struggle just so he could feel his muscles start to move again. Starting from the face and traveling downwards, Sean's muscles started to work again as he found himself violently shaking. Finally he sat up, put his left hand on his left leg, and attempted to place his right hand on his right leg when his hand hit the bed. This nearly gave Sean a heart attack, as he panicked even more then before. Throwing off the sheets revealed a lonely right thigh tightly covered in blood stained bandages. No knee, shin, or foot at the end of it.

Oh my god. Sean rubbed his eyes once or twice before he thoroughly convinced himself he was dreaming. No, it's not real. None of it is. This is all just...a dream. None of this exists, nor will it last. Sean threw his one leg over the bed, as his jaw dropped in complete awe as only one limb hit the ground to walk, and his face connected with the carpet. This is real....it's really happening...he thought.

Awkwardly trying to stand up with one leg, his uncle heard the thump of Sean's fall. "Need a hand?" He asked as he barged into the room.

"No, I need a leg" Sean replied

"Ah Seany, I see you haven't lost your sense of humor"

"No, but I did loose a leg..."

"I see your in shock"

Carl put Sean's arm over his shoulder as Carl helped Sean limp over to his couch.

"Thanks" Sean said

"If you need anything bro, I'm here y'know. I'll probably hit be sitting here on my phone and drinking tea. Care for a cup?"

"I've never had tea, yet your best to impress me" Sean replied.

Carl went to the kitchen just a couple steps away, as Sean pulled his phone out of his pocket along with ear buds. Waiting for the kettle to boil, Carl returned to the living room.

"Who are you texting" Carl asked with a smirk

"I'm not texting anyone" Sean rolled his eyes.

"I know your racking up that p-" Carl started

"No, please stop" Sean smiled and shook his head no. "I'm not doing that"

"Hm, sure. Anyways I think that's the kettle" Carl got up to check on the kettle.

"So what's for dinner?" Sean yelled across the rooms"

"Uh...food?" Carl guessed

"Fair enough"

"Y'know actually though I should go pick up something to eat" Carl laughed. "Thanks for reminding me. My roommate should be home later, so just wait for him, and don't do anything stupid. Got it"

"Wait your leaving right now?"

"I mean, yeah why not it's four o'clock someone has to get dinner started."

"Alright then"

"Oh, and Sean-" Carl started.

Rolling up his shirt Carl revealed a knife holder for a curved knife, or a Karambit.

"I don't know if this will be as much use to you, considering your uh, situation" Carl said "but just in case."

Carl tossed the holster which safely held the Karambit in the protective case while it was flying across the living room as it landed on the ground next to Sean.

"Huh, Thanks" Sean leaned over the couch to grab the holster and pulled out the knife. The steel black knife was by far the sharpest thing Sean has ever seen.

"Alright stay safe" Carl called while closing the door.

Sean later on the couch, while watching YouTube videos almost the entire time Carl was gone. The more he sat alone in the house, the more he reflected in what just happened in the passed 24 hours. So...somebody robbed my house, and I killed them. I...I killed someone...then my dad tried to start hitting me and I shot him...I killed my dad...but he fucking deserved it, right? After that, I jumped out of a window and shattered my right leg which already had two bullets in it...then it was amputated by my uncle and another man I don't know...? What the fuck is happening? Sean held his Karambit in his hands and stared into the blade. Does it even matter anymore? What's the point of all this? if I keep living like this I'm going to die. He stared into his reflection, which started to have tear filled eyes. There is no point.

Rolling up his sleeve, Sean held a terrible idea in his head. He took his blade and started to carve lines into the topside of his arm. Each carving was painful, and as it went blood oozed out of them. Sean was making deep cuts into his own skin to "test himself on how much he could take".  Drawing the blade back from his arm, he lifted his shirt to see how it would feel to slightly skim his stomach with a blade, and pleasant it was not.

Sean noticed something moving in the window next to him. Leaning towards it and looking through it, he saw a car pull into the drive way.

Shit...he thought. He instantly holstered his blade and put it back on his pants, before he looked down to see dark blood stains on the light brown couch he was sitting on. It was too obvious.

Sean started to panic. Forgetting he only had one leg he attempted to stand, only falling and catching himself with his hands. 

There was a clicking and shaking noise from the door, as if someone was opening it with keys.

Sean's hearing started to fade, as his breathing got heavier and he got dizzier everything started to look, different.
The walls looked identical to his house's, along with the same flooring.

He heard he steps of somebody coming. Step...step...step... Sean got on the ground and immediately crawled as fast as he possibly could down his hallway. Opening the door to the room he woke up in, he closed it behind him and noticed that it looked vaguely familiar. Not because he woke up in it earlier, but because it had the same bed and sheets as his bed, the same mirror and dressers, and the same bookshelf. My room...

His breathing got heavier, and he could barely move, when he heard someone approaching  him. Step...step...step... There was somebody nearly outside his room. Looking around, Sean could find only one place to hide that he could get to quickly. Trying his best to moved while heavily fatigued and dizzy, Sean maneuvered under his bed and drew his knife.

After a series of creeks from a door, the entry to Sean's bedroom was open, and he watched someone's shoes walk inside of it. His eyes followed the black sneakers as they tresses across the room. The person searched the room, looking for something, or someone.

Don't look down here don't look down here don't look down here... Sean pleaded in his head.

The shoes walked in front of the bed Sean was under, then stopped menacingly. A blade with a bright red handle that held a white plus sign dropped from the holders hands into the ground. No.....Sean thought. Bending over to pick it up, Sean saw Robert peel under the bed and look him dead in the eyes before smiling.